The musician and writer, 63, on being in the Slits, the wisdom of older mothers and the genius of Vivienne Westwood
I’ve always felt a bit of a fraud looking like a normal English person when inside I’m a raging mixed up sort of mongrel from four different countries. I thought I had this horrible foreign sounding name when I was young because there was so much hostility towards “foreigners” after the war. The kids at school used to call me things like Albert or Albatross.
My mother taught me to be a rebel. She would always point out inequality and did far more to make me a punk than those spotty boys I met afterwards in bands. By the time I got my period I was a ball of fury because I was a woman and knew life was going to be harder for me. My mother gave me the bottle to pick up a guitar when not many other girls dared to.
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